Mutterings & musings from the manically morphing mind of an estrogen deficient, menopausal, modern matriarch.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Back in the day ...

I thought it would be fun to look back on my starter blog ... more garden/nature oriented.

"In a Gadda da Vero" was inspired by the nature that surrounded us during the days of cancer. Vic & I spent as much time as possible outside & I think the love with which that garden was tended, shows.

http://in-a-gadda-da-vero.blogspot.com/

Sadly, since the great freeze of December 2010, the "gadda" is less an explosion of color & more the wind-burned brown.

The year continues to be interesting ... stay tuned to this frequency.

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About Me

When I was about 7 years of age, I stood in the middle of Robin's Field Primary School's playground on a glorious, cloudless, autumn day in London. Gazing up, a burst of ceruleun sky seared through me. I had been awakened from a deep, protective state of numb.
Future decades jerked me back & forth on the teeter- totter of life. Great ups, miserable downs, nanoseconds of breathtaking joys, infinite hours deep inside pain.
A couple of years ago, I began to hit the mercurial Wall o' Menopause.
True to self, I went at it, head first, in a pool of icy hot sweat, the proverbial sledge hammer.
Spiritually & emotionally, I was drained. Empty. As in "this well was D-R-Y." Of everything.
Time passed & I began waking up again - just like on the playground.
In reality, I must say, I really like this side of 50.
"The best is yet to come ... "